You thought I was to die for

It could’ve been like any other ordinary morning 

Soon realizing that “Jesus was not here but raised”

The viburnum, arrowwood fragrance in the air

When we arrive, “we would see the stone rolled away in spite of its weight and size”

Dogwood blossoming -affection and new life

“Why are you seeking the living one in a place of the dead?”

                                 

Red bud blossoming in the background 

“After hearing these words, she turned around and Jesus stood before her”

Aspens quaking -“I give you the gift of peace”

New daffodils - “He drew close enough for them to feel his breath”

Hydrangea new growth with the old - 

“He breathed on them…

welcoming the Holy Spirit of the living God”

No ordinary day at all

“You thought I was worth saving 

So, You came and changed my life

You thought I was worth keeping 

So, You cleaned me up inside 

You thought I was to die for”

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Springtime of our Lives

Springtime of Our Lives

Light rain falls
Daffodils -yellow and bright , now bow slightly giving way
Tulips pushing their way to glory rays
Crocuses had their Time, to curtain call they go

Greening grasses warm-season grasses of every kind

Now overgrowing the brown patches of winter

Purple majesty of myrtle flowers rise

Pink dogwood blossom’s Rising /to Easter time

Blossoms fall- heavyweight in the light rain

New leaves- spreading open to life again

Robins return nesting in nearby trees

Mourning doves- together again, resting peacefully

Springtime/ like “a memory of one who lived”

Awakening Hope and newness of growth to meaningful lives

 

Springtime of Our Lives, Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta

About this poem: Springtime of Our Lives is a poem about seeing new life and the changes of springtime. It also is a time to hope again as we see the green grass, the colorful flowers, and blossoms come forth.

A time to also remember the bright lives that have gone before us, meaningful lives that move us forward from the dark dead winter to the newness of the Rising spring. - Joe Holuta